Here is the whole true story of my one (AND ONLY) modeling experience, which led to getting my hair cut from long and thick (well below my shoulders) to short and up over my ears, all in one sitting. After it happened, a number of people asked me what was going on, so I cut and pasted this “diary entry” together from some of what I’d already written. That way I’d have something detailed to remember the experience by. It was fresher in my mind back in the summer of 2012 when it happened, which is when I wrote much of this.

I want with all of my heart, to give each of you, my supporters & friends, a farewell dedication... I can't do that! I know that I would miss naming someone... I could not bear to do that!! Please continue to visit me & my works on my regular Booksie.com site, that is by this same name!

Every guy has two men in him.One that is Sexual,Erotic,cruel,dominating and hen there is another side which is the soft, calm,caring,loving,funny guy.Actually a guy has to be a perfect mix of both.Otherwise he will land in misery.
This poem is for Eileen.

As I stared at the mirror,I noticed a lot has changed,my eye balls as become bulged,my adam's apple has become protuberent...I was moved to write this awesome poem,a poet cannot be gay in such a jocund company

This is a glimpse into the real life of Dawn Lisa. I was stuck at my mother's house at the Jersey Shore for two years, sleeping in her living room on an air mattress, with my son. It was the worst thing that had ever happened to me in my whole life, and so as you can imagine, a lot of drama happend within those two years. However, I am thankful for some wonderful things that happened; I was in two plays, I played a zombie in a trailer, I taught French, I danced, and I fell in love for the 6th time. God was good to me. Eventualy I took a teaching job in China and that is how my son and I ended up back on Oahu. None the less, this was the most annoying day of my life, and happened to fall during this same time period. It is also a look into the real life of an exotic dancer. I started dancing at age 32 because I had decided to go to grad school at that time. I danced on and off from age 32 to 39, and may possibly moonlight as a dancer again in the near future. Of course now I have a club that I can always return to. Enjoy!

"I made this poem about women. not all women. I listened to YoGotti's "I Know" instrumental and I got to thinking about some things. What does the face of perfection look like? I did some science work and found 3 women who should be the face of perfection.
I also organized them by cup size but thats a whole nother story. anyway I made this because I have seen many women who think their attractive and THEIR NOT!!! some people just dont get it. just because they make it in your size doesnt mean you need to buy it!"

THIS IS A FICTIONAL MEMOIR!!!
This is the telling of the vast sides of the woman named Izabel Alkaev, a serial killer, in fact one of the greatest known serial killers and the man who persistently tracked her down out of his love and caring for her.